"Virgil-" "Don't!" Virgil shouted just as Logan walked into the room. He was crouched beside his bed, trying half heartedly to hide from the teacher.
"I know what you're doing, I don't wanna be part of it!" He said.
Logan walked over to him, and Virgil scooted back, away from him.
"You act as if I am holding a knife, Virgil. If you participate, I can promise you that I will not hurt you, we can even have a safeword," Logan said, kneeling down in front of Virgil like a father with his child.
Virgil blushed, hugging his knees and looking down, "I-I... I don't know..."
"I would greatly appreciate your participation, however, I will not make you do anything without your consent," The teacher explained, and Virgil smiled. He never thought he cared this much about how he feels about taking part in his experiments.
"O-Okay, I'll do it," He muttered, and this time, Logan smiled.
"Great," Then, without another word, Logan picked up Virgil bridal style, chuckling at the soft, surprised squeak Virgil let out. He placed Virgil on the bed gently.
"Take off your shirt and hoodie, Virgil," Logan said. Virgil nervously gripped his sleeves, shaking his head no. The teacher hummed softly, snapping his fingers.
Virgil's hoodie stayed, but the shirt under it disappeared, leaving him only wearing his black skinny jeans and purple and black, unzipped hoodie.
Virgil whined softly as he looked down, wrapping his arms around himself to try to hide his slightly pudgy belly. Logan noticed, and gently grabbed Virgil's arms, carefully moving them back to his sides.
"You are beautiful, Virgil, don't forget that," Logan said, his heart melting as a small smile tugged at Virgil's lips, "Now, lie down and put your arms up over your head,"
Virgil nodded, lying down on the soft bed, and putting his sleeved arms up. He flinched slightly when Logan fastened the restraints around his wrists. The anxiety boi gave the restraints an experimental tug, reminding himself that Logan would never purposely hurt him.
"Too tight?"
"No, it's fine..."
"Good. Your safeword is red," Was all the warning Virgil got before he felt the sensation of gargalesis wash over him as Logan's nails scratched at his ribs.
Virgil shrieked as one of his most ticklish spots was mercilessly attacked. Logan noticed how sensitive the spot was, so he moved his hands down to lightly trail his fingertips along Virgil's soft, pale, chubby belly. This earned some soft, squeaky giggles.
Logan couldn't help the fond smile that spread across his pale cheeks as he watched Virgil squirm and wiggle helplessly under his wiggling fingers. Virgil seemed so happy, a wide smile plastered on his face, his squeaky, bubbly laughter was like music to the logical trait.
"NONONONOHOHOHOHOHO," Virgil squealed suddenly. Logan looked down to see that his hand had moved and his nails were softly scratching at his belly button.
"Oh, does somebody have a ticklish belly button?" Logan asked, his smile only widening as Virgil's face lit up like a firework.
He leaned his head down, placing gentle, tickly kisses all over Virgil's belly. The anxious side's squirming and thrashing seized, and he just lay there, adorable, squeaky giggles pouring from his lips. The gentle knismesis of the soft kisses was much more bearable, and even enjoyable. Anxiety was actually able to enjoy the soft tickling.
Until he felt intense, tickly vibrations rippling across his entire belly, which caused him to buck, and thrash, and scream, and, of course, laugh like he had never laughed before. More tickly vibrations came soon after as Logan blew tiny raspberries into his overly-sensitive belly.
"LOLOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAP," Logan lifted his head from Virgil's soft belly, concerned for the small boy's safety, as well as his sanity.
Logan walked away from the bed, leaving Virgil a giggling, panting mess, and came back with a water bottle, which he tipped at Virgil's lips.
"Here, drink," He said softly, and Virgil gratefully drank almost half of the water, before letting his head fall back down onto the bed.
"You okay, Virgil?" Logan asked as he gently pushed the smol emo's hair out of his face. Virgil nodded, and Logan smiled.
He unlocked the restraints, and gently scooped up Virgil. Sitting down on the bed, he placed Virgil on his lap carefully, and gently fluttered his fingers against his bare side. The adorable squeaks and giggles were music to the teacher's ears, and coupled with the fact that Virgil didn't try to stop him, it was just adorable.
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Logan sat in his room, at his work desk, looking over all of the information he had gotten from the others.
"Logan," Roman's voice called from the doorway.
"Yes, Roman?" He asked, not looking up from his work.
Roman, along with the other two sides, walked over to his desk, surrounding his computer chair. Logan grew nervous suddenly.
"Wh-What are you doing?" He asked, already pretty much knowing the answer.
"We're getting revenge,"
